Song Xinya walked past Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying. Her high heels clicked against the floor with an unhurried pace. Blessed with a tall, elegant stature, she looked down at the mother and daughter. Her fleeting gaze swept over them as if they were nothing more than two insignificant specks of dust on the roadside.
The woman's sharp aura hit them head-on, feeling like an invisible weight pressing down on Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying's heads. They didn't even dare to breathe too heavily.
The crisp sound of high heels gradually faded into the distance. The mother and daughter turned to look back.
That graceful, swaying woman walked out of the SKP mall.
Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying saw that she had changed cars again today. She wasn't driving the frozen berry pink Porsche from last time, but a pink Aston Martin DBSQ worth six million RMB.
Zhang Yingying was so consumed with envy that her insides physically ached.
Li Cuirou stared at Song Xinya's departing back, unable to snap out of her daze for a long time.
Looks, figure, temperament—this girl was superior to her daughter in every single way.
Last time, at the entrance of the Dior boutique, Li Cuirou and Zhang Yingying had seen this woman together with Qin Yuhe.
While their mother-daughter duo was still racking their brains trying to find a way to get close to Qin Yuhe, this woman was already intimately shopping with him.
If this woman was allowed to interact with Qin Yuhe for a while longer, she would end up marrying him and becoming Mrs. Qin.
A sudden sense of crisis filled Li Cuirou's heart.
She had to quickly figure out who this woman was so she could stop her from becoming Mrs. Qin.
Li Cuirou said in frustration, The photo we took before wasn't clear enough. If only I had prepared in advance just now and secretly taken a close-up photo of this woman's face.
Zhang Yingying held up her phone. Mom, I already secretly took one just now.
Li Cuirou's eyes lit up. That's wonderful.
Zhang Yingying said, We asked your friends in the wealthy ladies' circle before, and none of them knew this woman.
Li Cuirou replied, This time, we won't ask my friends. We'll directly ask your father, Song Xuanli.
Normally, Zhang Yingying affectionately called Song Xinya's father Dad.
Whenever Song Xuanli went out to discuss business, he would often bring Zhang Yingying along to meet those male clients.
He would have Zhang Yingying dress up glamorously to serve tea, pour water, hand out cigarettes, and pour wine for those male clients.
If a male client took a liking to Zhang Yingying, Song Xuanli would have her exchange contact information with him, chat casually from time to time, and send greetings during holidays and festivals.
Zhang Yingying was also happy to do this. On one hand, it demonstrated her value in the Song family; on the other hand, she thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being liked and sought after by many men.
Because Zhang Yingying had helped Song Xuanli a lot in the business arena, Song Xuanli treated her very well, frequently buying her clothes, shoes, and bags.
He had never bought anything for Song Xinya.
Whenever he saw Song Xinya, his eyes were filled with disgust.
He despised Song Xinya for being fat, thinking it was humiliating to take her out.
Zhang Yingying looked at Li Cuirou excitedly. Mom, your idea is great. Let's ask Dad directly this time. Dad is knowledgeable and experienced, and he deals with the upper-class society of the capital every day. He will definitely be able to recognize who this woman is.
After the mother and daughter finished buying a birthday gift for Qin Yuyan, they hurried back to the Song family home.
Song Xuanli was drinking tea. Zhang Yingying walked up to him holding her phone. Dad, do you know who this woman is?
Song Xuanli took the phone and looked at it. She looks a bit familiar.
Zhang Yingying and Li Cuirou exchanged a glance, smiling with anticipation. Dad, look more closely. Do you know this woman?
Song Xuanli looked carefully. The more I look, the more familiar she seems.
Li Cuirou guided him, Go through all the noble ladies and wealthy heiresses you know in your mind, and see which prominent family she belongs to.
Song Xuanli recalled all the prominent heiresses who were around the same age as the woman in the photo.
He replied, Among the prominent heiresses, no one matches this woman.
Zhang Yingying and Li Cuirou's faces were filled with disappointment.
Song Xuanli looked at the stunningly beautiful woman in the photo, and then looked up at Zhang Yingying. In comparison, Zhang Yingying seemed plain and ordinary.
He couldn't help but think how wonderful it would be if the girl in the photo were his daughter.
………
Song Xinya arrived at Qin Yuyan's residence.
From afar, she saw Little Princess Qin standing at the door waiting, constantly looking towards the entrance.
Song Xinya drove the Aston Martin sports car past Qin Yuyan, but Qin Yuyan didn't notice.
Qin Yuyan thought Song Xinya was riding her electric scooter, so she kept looking out for an Aima Little Golden Bean passing by.
Song Xinya stepped out of the sports car, while Qin Yuyan was still craning her neck to look around.
Sigh—why couldn't she see the little electric scooter yet?
Suddenly, a hand patted her left shoulder.
Qin Yuyan turned her head to the left but saw nothing.
Song Xinya was standing on her right. I'm over here.
Qin Yuyan turned her head to the right. Teacher Song, you're here.
She looked around. Why don't I see your electric scooter?
Song Xinya pointed to the sports car parked to the side. I drove this here.
Qin Yuyan's eyes shone brightly. An Aston Martin DBSQ! My dream car!
My brother has one. Back then, I pestered him for a long time because I wanted this car. As soon as my brother got off work, I would run to him and pour his footbath water. I poured his footbath water for a whole month straight, but my brother still wouldn't give it to me.
Qin Yuyan looked at Song Xinya and asked, Teacher Song, where did you get this car?
Your brother gave it to me.
Song Xinya didn't have the heart to deal a blow to this delicate flower of the motherland.
She changed the subject and said, Let's go inside and celebrate your birthday.
Qin Yuyan cast a reluctant glance at her dream car.
Why didn't her brother give his Aston Martin DBSQ to her? It was pink, and he never drove it. If he didn't give it to her, who else could he give it to?
She was, after all, his most beloved girl.
Who could possibly be more important in his heart than her?
Qin Yuyan thought about it. Her brother must have refused to give it to her because she was not yet of age. Once she came of age, he would definitely give this car to her.
Thinking this way, the little princess immediately felt happy and delighted.
Her attention returned to her birthday. Teacher Song, what birthday gift did you prepare for me?
Song Xinya stepped towards the villa. I'm going to make you a birthday cake with my own hands. Do you like that?
Qin Yuyan's lips curled up, then pulled back down, putting on an arrogant and disdainful expression. Tch, you made it so mysterious beforehand, and it turns out you're just making me a cake yourself. What kind of gift haven't I received? Do you think I'd care for a mere cake made by your hands?
Song Xinya turned around and started walking out of the villa. Since you don't care for it, then I won't make it.
Qin Yuyan hastily turned and chased after Song Xinya. She grabbed Song Xinya's arm and tightly dragged her back toward the villa.
I won't let you leave, I just won't let you leave! You said you were going to make me a cake yourself. You haven't made it yet, so you can't leave.
Song Xinya said, Tell me, do you care for the cake I make or not?
Qin Yuyan lowered her head, blushing. I care for the cake you make.
Song Xinya patted her head like she was petting a puppy. Good girl.
Qin Yuyan nodded heavily twice. Mhm.
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I realized that four thousand words just aren't enough to write everything I want.
Tomorrow I will do a mass release! Over six thousand words!
Tomorrow President Qin and Yaya will meet up and get intimate! There will be all kinds of spicy play!
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